Through Time

“Blank flank!” the class chanted. I started to cry. I couldn’t help it that I didn’t have a cutie mark. It’s not my fault. I just hadn’t discovered my talents yet. I ran out of the class ashamed of this. I ran back to my house and go up to my room. I just lay there in my bed, and cry. My mom doesn’t seem to care, as she doesn’t come up to check on me after getting home from work. I sleep around 6 until the following morning, only because of school the next day.

“How are you, Sugarcube?” my mom asked as she made breakfast.

“I’m fine,” I reply.

“What was up with you being home so early yesterday?” she asked.

“School got out early,” I said so she isn’t concerned about my well-being.

“Alright then. Here’s breakfast. I got to run on down to the bakery to help the Cake family. You know they have a son a few years older than you who works as their apprentice. Why don’t you go socialize with him? I say you two would be good friends.” my mom said.

“Sure,” I said to her to make her happy.

“Really?” she asks.

“I’ll try,” I tell her.

“Alright,” she says. She kissed me on the head and left for work, like usual.

I packed my stuff into my satchel, and walk to school like every other day. However, this was different. Two pegsi had taken my satchel.

“Whatcha’ gonna do about your satchel Sparkfart?” one of them said.

“YEAH!” the other pony said as they flew to the other side of Ponyville. I run after them to a pond. They hover above it, my satchel inches from the water.

“NO!” I shout. They dump it in; then fly to class. All my stuff, thrown into a pond. I wasn’t good with magic at the time, so I couldn’t get it out that way. I just had to deal with it and move on. I went over to the schoolhouse and realized I was late as I entered.

“You’re late, Sparkflare,” the teacher said while writing on the chalkboard. Everyone laughs at me as I go to my seat, while the two ponies hoof-bump. I put my head down in shame. When I get back home from school, I see my mom.

“Are you really alright?” the light blue mare asks.

“Yeah.” I respond.

“I’m serious, Sugarcube. Are you alright?” my mom asks. Whenever she says she’s serious I know that she want to know what’s really going on, but I lie again because of how much I don’t want her to worry.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I lie.

“Well I got you a cake anyways. Chocolate, your favorite,” she tells me. I open the box. It’s a small cake, but enough for her and I.

“Do you want any?” I ask her as I eat.

She smiled. “Not really. It’s your cake. Have it all if you want.” I continue to eat and leave the rest for her.

As it is sundown, I said, “Goodnight,” and head upstairs.

“Wait,” she says. I stop and I go back downstairs, “I know it’s been rough since your dad died. But I promise that things will get better for us. I guarantee it. Now get to bed Sugarcube.” She rubs my head and hugs me, and then I go upstairs to catch some sleep.

~~~

The past few weeks had been the same. Been teased, spit-balled, bullied, but I didn’t care as much. Still called a blank-flank, though. I’ve had better times. After school, I usually walk back home. But this day was different. My mom left a note that read, “Meet me at the bakery. I have to work a double-shift today.” I can’t argue that I don’t want to go so I walk over there like she asks. I walked in to find the Cakes and my mom working in the kitchen and at the desk.

“Hey sweetie,” my mom says. “How was school?”

“Alright,” I tell her.

“Well over here is there son, Carrot Cake,” she tells me. We shake hooves and then I sit down at a table to do my homework. While on my final piece of homework, my mom sits down with me.

“Here Sugarcube, here’s a new satchel. Whatever happened to your old one anyways?” she asked me.

“It-it fell in the pond on the other side of town when playing tag with a couple of friends after school,” I said. Her face tells me that she doesn’t buy it, but she goes with it. She nods and goes back to work. Shortly after finishing my homework waiting for my mom, Carrot Cake comes up to me.

“Listen up, I know you’ve been lying to your mom and I just wanna say that if you need any help over at that school, just ask me,” Carrot Cake said.

“Alright,” I say.

“But why have you been lying to her anyways?” the yellow stallion said.

“I don’t want her to worry about my well-being,” I respond.

"Alright. But trust me, I'll help you with whatever you need," he says. He leaves to go back to work and about ten minutes later my mom comes over to me.

“What was he talking to you about?” she asked.

“Oh nothing. Just about trying to get into sports when I get around his age,” I say. I see that Carrot Cake is not exactly happy about this by his facial impression, but he goes with it anyways. We head home, eat dinner, and then go to bed at sunset, like usually. It is times like these where I take things like this for granted.